Douluo Continent: Starting with a Tom Cat

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The gray light in his hand was dissipating, and sword wounds appeared on his broad palm, which continued to widen, as if he had been cut by thousands of sword blades. Intense pain kept assaulting his mind.

"Stop right there!!!"

The intense pain only fueled Niu Gao's ferocity, causing him to unleash his sixth soul skill again, disregarding his soul power.

But the sword energy that erupted was not just aimed at Niu Gao; it swept around like a tornado.

Brush brush!

The chilling sounds of cutting and screams filled the air; the members of the Yu clan surrounding Niu Gao were utterly unable to withstand the rampaging sword energy.

First it was chopped into pieces of flesh and bone, then it turned into a cloud of blood mist.

Even Niu Gao, who was completely focused on dealing with the attack, could smell the terrible stench of blood.

He subconsciously diverted his attention to look around out of the corner of his eye.

In an instant, the bull's eyes widened as if they were about to burst open.

All the people he brought with him died, including his own children!

At this moment, he finally understood Yang Wudi's pain of losing his son.

"Ah! Shen An! I'm going to cut you into a thousand pieces and mince you into a pulp!"

Niu Gao roared like a mad bull, his mind consumed by rage, and for a moment he even forgot about the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass in his hand.

Click!

Those who disregard the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass will pay the price. Niu Gao's arm suddenly fell off, and blood gushed out recklessly.

But he ignored everything and charged at Shen An like a mad bull.

The white crane standing to the side was already terrified and had no intention of helping Niu Gao at all.

"Escape! Escape! Escape! I am the patriarch of the Min clan, I cannot let the Min clan perish here!"

At this moment, Baihe fully utilized its pure speed to lead its clansmen away from the sword domain.

Even when Niu Gao was in good condition, he couldn't touch Shen An, let alone now that he has lost an arm.

Shen An stood on the void, with faint sword energy supporting him beneath his feet.

Driven by the "Sword Control" soul skill, the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass was like a ferocious green python constantly slithering around Niu Gao, striking his vital points repeatedly, wanting to devour him!

Niu Gao leaped again and again, but he couldn't even touch the hem of Shen An's clothes. Instead, he was cleaved by the fierce Nine-Leaf Sword Grass, his flesh and bones exposed.

"That old bastard is really hard to kill," Shen An couldn't help but mutter.

The massive blood loss gradually calmed Niu Gao down, and the anger in his heart vanished completely, replaced by despair and helplessness.

'Why did I have to provoke this monster?' Niu Gao cried out in his heart, but it was too late to undo the damage.

Not only the elites of the Yu clan, but he himself will also perish here.

'Hmm!' Niu Gao's eyes suddenly swept over Tom and Jerry, and a murderous intent rekindled in his heart.

If he can't kill Shen An, can't he at least kill a cat and a mouse? At worst, he'll risk his life for a one-for-one trade.

Niu Gao turned around immediately, and Jerry jumped onto Tom's head, pointing at Niu Gao in horror.

To see Jerry's movements clearly from above, Tom deliberately bulged out his eyes and then turned a corner.

Then, following the direction Jerry pointed, they saw Niu Gao, covered in blood, rushing towards them without a care in the world.

"Ahhh!"

Tom jumped up in a flash, "What should I do? What should I do?"

Then a golden light bulb appeared on his head, and a red cape was pulled out from behind him.

Tom the bullfighter has arrived!

Upon seeing the bright red cloak, Niu Gao seemed to lose all reason and rushed towards the red cloth without regard for anything else.

Shen An froze in mid-air. Goodness, even a rhinoceros is considered powerful.

Once Tom gets on another account, his skill level is basically the highest in the industry, and world-class.

Niu Gao charged left and right, but failed to touch Tom even slightly.

Gradually, the loss of blood and soul power made him weaker and weaker, and even his strength to charge became slower.

Shen An shook his head slightly: "Stop playing around, Tom, leave the rest to me."

He immediately gripped the longsword in his right hand and slashed out!

The sword's light illuminates the sky, making it azure; a patch of blue sky becomes azure.

Click!

One sword and the head is severed.

Niu Gao, the pure defensive Soul Douluo, perished here, and the elite of the Yu clan were all buried here.

As for the Min clan, Shen An knew that Bai He had taken a few people and run away, but he didn't care.

With Niu Gao entangled in the fight, and Bai He determined to escape, he was indeed difficult to kill, especially given his speed, which even ordinary titled Douluo could not match.

Let's just kill him when we meet again sometime in the future.

Looking at the devastated land ravaged by sword energy, Shen An stroked his chin and muttered to himself, "Now, no one in Xingluo should dare to mess with me."

To be frank, Shen An finds the constant fighting and killing annoying; playing with cats is the best way for him to spend his time.

Shen An did not bury Niu Gao's body. He did not have the compassion to treat someone who wanted to kill him.

Time flies, and five days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Shen An's reputation has surged once again, and news of the Yu and Min clans' siege of him has spread to a small circle.

The result was that one clan was wiped out, and the other clan fled.

These two clans were quite famous, after all, they had Soul Douluo in charge, but now all of that has turned into Shen An's reputation.

The Min clan, severely weakened.

Bai He's injuries from the last battle have not yet fully healed; Shen An's sword energy is too domineering.

The Min clan was poor, so where would they get the money to hire a healing-type Soul Master? Bai He had no choice but to tough it out.

Looking at the remaining members of his clan, Baihe was filled with regret. Of the nine Soul Kings he had brought, only three had survived.

Bai Chenxiang, Bai's granddaughter, has recently become somewhat obsessed. Having witnessed the deaths of her clansmen but feeling powerless to do anything about it, she now immerses herself in cultivation every day.

"Reporting to the clan chief, a young man has come to visit, claiming to be a descendant of an old friend."

A member of the clan came up to the white crane and said...

Bai He's heart tightened instinctively. No one usually visited the Min clan. Could this young man be Shen An trying to wipe them out?

But after hearing the words "old friend," he relaxed slightly.

After all, Shen Anzhen is here to exterminate the entire clan, so he shouldn't be so polite.

A short while later, the white crane sat in the main seat of the rather shabby hall.

A young man with blue hair walked in.

"Junior Tang San greets his great-uncle." Tang San bowed slightly, appearing very polite.

At the same time, his eyes scanned his surroundings with slight surprise. Along the way, the Min Clan not only had a sorrowful expression on their faces, but their environment was also even more shabby than Shrek Academy.

Moreover, the white crane seemed to exude a sense of weakness.

'Great-uncle?'

Bai He was surprised that Tang San's limbs were still intact, but having seen many storms, his expression remained unchanged.

"It seems Tang Hao has told you everything," the old man said with a slight sigh.

Because they were related, Baihe felt a little closer to Tang San, and the old man and the young man started chatting.

When Bai He learned that Tang San wanted to establish the Tang Sect and hoped to get the help of the four single-attribute clans, and to guarantee that the Tang Sect would be absolutely independent of the four clan leaders, he could only smile bitterly.

Half an incense stick later, Tang San clenched his fists lightly, his chest heaving, clearly indicating that he was somewhat agitated.

'Shen An, it's Shen An again. You can actually suppress a Soul Douluo now?' Tang San felt a sense of despair and helplessness.

Shen An was a nightmare for him; no matter how hard he tried, he could never catch up with him.

"Grandpa, don't you really want to avenge the Min clan members who died?" Tang San said indignantly, as if the dead were his own clansmen.

A hint of relief flashed in Baihe's eyes. This child has a good character; he cares so much about his bloodline.

He then decisively shook his head: "I don't want to. I plan to take the Min clan to a place to live in seclusion."

A wicked glint appeared in Tang San's eyes. "We're all relatives, and you don't even think about helping me?"

“Then this junior has another favor to ask. My father, Tang Hao, is seriously injured. Could you please provide him with your Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng? I, Tang San, will be forever grateful for your great kindness.”

Bai He's heart tightened. 'How did Tang San know about the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng? This is truly an unreasonable request.'

In the original novel, Bai He gave the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng to Tang San because he saw Tang San's potential, and also because his entire clan had joined the Tang Sect.

But now that he has decided to live in seclusion, the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng will be the foundation of the Min clan's survival, so why would he give it away for nothing?

Besides, you're supposed to remember this great kindness and virtue? So you're planning to get something for nothing?

It's our first time meeting, and we're distant relatives, so we're not that close yet.

Bai He hesitated for a moment before saying, "Do you have money? If you can give me 500,000 gold soul coins, I can sell it to you. The Min clan also needs to survive."

To be honest, Baihe is already being very generous. Even celestial herbs like Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng are hard to compare with.

It's something that can't be measured in money. Bai He sold it for 500,000 gold soul coins, which is indeed a bargain.

It's only because Tang San is a relative, and he was determined to live in seclusion, otherwise Tang San wouldn't have had this advantage.

Tang San froze. Where would he get so many gold soul coins? Besides, he was planning to get them for free with zero purchases.

A murderous intent was brewing deep within his eerie blue eyes.

We're all relatives, and I asked you for help, but you wouldn't even lend a hand.

Old Deng, you've already found your way to death!

However, Tang San decided to give Bai He another chance.

"Grand Uncle, my father's strength has been greatly reduced after his injury. Only a rare item like the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng can help him recover. Please help my father and me."

Tang San's eyes reddened, glistening with tears as he gazed at the white crane, while simultaneously taking another step forward.

This was the distance Tang San had calculated, just enough for the Eight Spider Lances to unleash their power instantly.

Who would have thought that a distant relative he had just met would turn on him so ruthlessly? Tang San was secretly pleased that he had mastered the essentials of Tang Clan assassination.

Bai He smiled bitterly, "You've seen the situation of the Min clan; survival is difficult. Besides, Haotian Sect is the number one sect in the world. If your father is in trouble, you should go to Haotian Sect."

"Grandpa, is there really no possibility of lending me the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng?" Tang San asked in a low voice.

"You have gold soul coins that can solve the survival problem of my Min clan. You can have the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng."

Tang San suddenly smiled, and said mysteriously, "Why do we need gold soul coins? I have my own way to solve the survival problem of the Min clan and ensure that the Min clan will be worry-free for generations to come."

"Oh?"

"Grand Uncle, come closer and listen. This method is priceless and must not be overheard by outsiders."

The white crane curiously approached; who would be wary of their own grandson?

"Grandpa's plan is this: just wipe out the Min clan today!" Tang San said in the gentlest tone, yet with the most chilling words.

Eight strange, thick spears spread out from both sides of the body, like the ferocious claws of a monster, and suddenly stabbed towards the white crane.

The two were very close, and Tang San's attack was very sudden. In the midst of it all, even with Bai He's reaction, he could only protect himself with his soul power.

Logically speaking, even if Baihe is not good at defense, Soul Douluo's soul power should be enough to deal with low-level soul masters.

However, the Eight Spider Spears were sharp and unstoppable. The layer of soul power was as thin as paper, and it pierced into the white crane's body with a whoosh.

"You~" Baihe stared in disbelief at his so-called grandson.

He tried to mobilize his soul power to resist, but not only was he unable to do so, he also felt his soul power and life force rapidly draining away.

His old face had turned purplish-black; the Eight Spider Venom was almost an incurable poison!

"Grand Uncle, you agree with me, right? The Min clan has been wiped out, so there's no need to worry about their survival. From now on, they will be worry-free for all eternity."